by Terry Sanville

I parked the car and walked toward him. The crippled soldier stood alone on the lip of the high mesa, staring into the vermilion depths of Chaco Canyon. He turned and waved to me. A red-tailed hawk cried. Gazing upward, I glimpsed the outstretched wings of the soaring raptor. When I looked back, the soldier was gone.


Terry Sanville lives in San Luis Obispo, California.